Wakes up early as always, the little Zorua is very diligent and there's no time to hibernate until the end of winter.
He begins his route doing a bit of scouting, but instead of wandering through the frozen forest, he heads directly to a familiar cabin—the Pokémon Control Cabin, home of the Rangers. He’s been locked up here more than once as punishment for his pranks. He’s escaped early every single time. In fact, he got so familiar with the place that it’s now more like his base of operations... and a supply center.
His best pranks were only possible thanks to materials he got from here. The cabin is empty—they're still on vacation—so there are only a few automatic alarms in case of storms, earthquakes, or unusual Pokémon activity.
After finishing his round, he managed to grab a few snacks, but on the way out, he noticed some new crates.
Curious, he went to check them out. Sacks for capturing small Pokémon and a few collars with locks.
Weird. Rangers don’t usually use this kind of gear. Someone must’ve gone totally nuts in the woods while he was asleep.
Zorua couldn’t understand what would make them need something like that... but he quickly stopped thinking about serious stuff. After all, now he’s the one who needs to find a fun use for it.
He imagined his poor victim trapped and begging to be freed—or better yet, he could leave something important for the victim inside the sack and then drop a few clues to find the key. A treasure hunt! That would keep them busy for ages.
It was decided. Now all he needed was a small Pokémon to mess with.
Then he noticed something else—an enormous crinkly fabric.
At first he thought it was some kind of capture net, but after opening it, he quickly ruled that out.
He already knew what this was. The first time he was here, they made him wear one of these. That thing you have to go to the bathroom in... on yourself. Just remembering it made him cringe.
But this one was different.
It was HUGE!
He could live inside one of these if he just hung it from a tree.
Why would anyone need one that big?
A grumble from his stomach reminded him he didn’t have all day and still needed to finish his patrol.
On the way out of the storage room, he headed to the cabin’s map in the living room.
Before leaving for vacation, the rangers always mark the forest with their findings. If they locate any Pokémon hibernating, they note it down, giving Zorua a big advantage—it saves him lots of time.
He scanned the map with his paw, deciding which mark to check out, until he saw something particularly interesting—an Ursaring sketch.
Strange. There weren’t supposed to be any Ursarings in this forest...
But after digging around, he found what he was looking for—the photos of Pokémon under their care.
And there it was: the little Teddiursa who used to share a cell with him.
He had evolved and been released into the wild.
That meant they were neighbors again!
Zorua could go back to pulling pranks on him.
He always overreacted and made hilarious faces—like when Zorua painted his face while he slept, or made the caretakers think he had a rash and they put a cone on him, or that time he dipped his paw in a water bowl while he was sleeping and soaked his whole—
A lightbulb went off in Zorua’s head.
Those sacks are incredibly strong—they could hold him!
He checked the Ursaring’s location, grabbed two collars, two sacks, and the giant diaper (obviously pink—it couldn’t be blue), and set off on his adventure.
Luckily, Ursaring hadn’t wandered far from the cabin, so Zorua arrived quickly—even dragging everything with him.
He reached a cozy little cave and, walking in, spotted the large orange lump that was his target.
Wow. That little crybaby had really grown.
Zorua calmed his breathing, took the first sack, and slipped it on like a glove.
He then put on the first collar and locked it tight—mission success!
He was extra careful not to wake Ursaring.
With one paw secured, he needed to take a risk.
He approached the bear’s nose, then turned around and wagged his tail right in his face.
That usually worked to make him move while sleeping.
It took some effort, but eventually the Ursaring twitched, tried to scratch his face, and exposed his other paw—Zorua quickly slipped on the second sack and locked it. Both paws secured!
Now came the real challenge: the diaper.
It’s already hard to put these things on, and this one was huge.
First issue—how was he going to get it underneath Ursaring?
He tried laying it out to the side and rolling the bear onto it—no luck.
He tried pulling it under—wouldn’t budge.
Maybe this prank was too ambitious.
Zorua sat on top of Ursaring, thinking...
How did the rangers do it?
How did he do it?
Then he remembered—he’d pulled diaper pranks on Teddiursa too.
Like when he put ice inside... or flipped it backward.
So he knew how to put one on... but this time, he couldn’t move the target.
Unless... WAIT!
He remembered something.
There was this cheesy phrase the caretakers used to say to Teddiursa.
If you said it while he was sleeping, he’d start walking—and lift his butt into the air.
Zorua stared at Ursaring in disbelief.
No way it would still work.
There’s no way this evolved beast would still respond to that silly song...
"Chipi chipi, it's time to eat~ Chapa chapa, yummy treat~ De-li-ci-ous and tasty..."
Zorua hadn’t even finished the silly tune when Ursaring’s ears twitched.
His mouth opened slightly.
He muttered something incoherent and began to move his back legs.
Zorua panicked—was he waking up?
No—his head rested against the cave wall and he kept snoring.
He was still asleep.
The little fox had to bite his tongue and cover his muzzle with his paws to keep from bursting into laughter.
He pounded the ground and clutched his belly.
A sleepwalking Ursaring reacting to a dumb lullaby? Ridiculous!
But the fact that it actually worked? Even worse.
After composing himself, Zorua went to work.
He slid the front part of the diaper under Ursaring, then pulled the back up with a jump and made sure the tail was through.
He sealed both sides—it wasn’t a perfect fit, but it wouldn’t fall off.
He felt proud. His diapering skills were top notch.
Now he just had to decide:
Wait for Ursaring to wake up and wander the forest in a diaper?
Wake him up himself and trigger a chase?
Or maybe risk sneaking off to get hot water to dip his paw... though Ursaring might wake up and Zorua would miss the reaction.
His thoughts were interrupted by a low hiss that quickly turned into a sharp whistle.
He turned to the sound—and saw the diaper's wetness indicators changing color.
Apparently, Ursaring’s body had recognized the diaper and his bladder just... let go.
Something snapped in Zorua.
He didn’t care how the prank ended anymore.
He just couldn’t not laugh at this.
He didn’t even need to get hot water.
Ursaring couldn’t last two minutes without peeing himself!
Zorua burst out in tears of laughter, writhing on the ground.
He thanked the stars for his new neighbor—this Ursaring would bring him endless joy and laughs for this life and maybe the next.
The noise finally woke Ursaring from hibernation.
He rubbed his face—his eyes were crusty, drool hanging from his mouth.
He tried to clean himself... and realized his paws were covered.
That was strange.
He stood up—and felt a horribly familiar weight.
Looking down, he saw something he thought he’d never have to wear again—not since he evolved.
Even worse—it wasn’t dry. >////<
Ursaring was confused... until he turned and saw the source of all the laughter.
A tiny Zorua, much smaller than he remembered—but still, he remembered.
That was all he needed.
No explanations.
No reasoning.
Just vengeance.
When he evolved, his first thought was that now, that annoying Zorua would have to back off.
He never thought they’d meet again. But here he was.
Right there.
Helpless.
At his feet.
All he had to do was grab him by the scruff and growl in his face—that would be enough to make him tremble and start teaching him who’s boss now.
THIS WAS GOING TO BE EASY!
